The Long Denial

It has been, a frustrating week to say the least. When James suggested that he should try chastity play with you it was initially enjoyable. A few hours in it and being on edge during that entire time was a new experience and having James there to be there and provide constant company and light teasing.

It was awkward to admit but that time caged up did make the orgasm much more… powerful at the end of the session. In a moment of weakness and post orgasm joy Jamie was able to pressure you to accept putting the cage back on afterwards and told you that he could not wait to ‘unwrap’ you in a few days from now.‘No big deal’ you thought to yourself. Having a big orgasm like that usually keeps you satisfied for a good long while.

Boy were you wrong. Even as you saw James leave with your key twirling around his finger you felt a pang of anticipation and a stir from within your pants.

Waking up the next day and showering was difficult, constantly feeling the slight weight of the chastity cage keeping your cock in place, pulling it down slightly and being reminded of last night’s experience really got your drive going strong. Despite your best attempts the chastity cage was securely locked on and stopped you from properly touching your dick and getting it fully erect. After an unfulfilled shower you get out to towel down and begin your day at work.

The constant reminder of having the metal cage not only locked around you but kept hidden under your work clothes for the entire day at work was quite an experience in denied edging and frustration. James had practice that Monday night, leaving you alone with yourself that night. It was rough to stay idle and NOT to do the thing you were explicitly denied to do.

The next day you dragged through your shift and tried to find James as soon as you could, but it looked like he was way too occupied with other people for you to approach him. Despite your cock straining against the cage since you first caught the sight of him. The idea of approaching him in public, alluding to your chastity cage, in front of other people was too much for you. With that your own modesty and embarrassment overpowered your longing to be free you dip out and turn to leave with your cock practically pleading with you to go back.

The week kept going, things increasingly more sensitive to you and your only option is to message your cock throughout the day, which ended up with you resigning to constantly squeezing your thighs together, trying your best to stimulate yourself to completion. You even caught yourself subconsciously continuing to carry out that rhythmic squirming as you were at job. Even the slightly thought of James had you pressed against the cage, constantly leaking pre to the point where you had to excuse yourself at work multiple times to dry your underpants off.

James had another scheduled appointment so there was no way to get him to remove it, and there was no way that he had the key on him during working hours. Either way you are resigned for another night alone. Against your best higher thinking, you started to surf the web for your favorite porn. When met with frustration that your even your favorite genre wasn’t enough to get you off, which was a fool’s hope to begin with, you wandered over to the niche chastity cage smut.

One part out of rejected frustration and one part just to see the faces of relief on those poor souls faces and the purposeful closeups of their money shots. Even by your standards these cum shots were incredibly impressive in volume and distance. As your own dick keeps grinding against the rigid metal cage you can’t help but wonder how voluminous your own load was going to be, you call it quits on your naughty nighttime viewing because you were seeping through your underpants again.

Almost by a miracle, you get a notification on your phone. A text message from James, “I know you must be pent up. This Friday you’ll go free, at my place :)” With that two lines of text gave you a spark of joy, hope and horniness.

Work was more manageable this Friday, save for the time you caught yourself wandering too much later tonight made you painfully aware of your cage and ended up getting too riled up and you needed to take a few deep breaths to recenter yourself to the present, ‘just a few more hours’ you repeat to yourself.

Soon enough, finally it was the end of your shift. As you clock out, on cue you get a text message from James just saying ‘cum right on over’. You rush to his place, seeping with pre to the point where it starts soaking through your underpants to leave a small but still noticeable spot on your pants. Almost barging through his front door you see James on the coach in the living room sitting with his most confident and cocky expression on his face, “Oh… a little eager today aren’t we?”

Knowing a split second too late that you walked, no ran, directly into this trap you let out a weak and meek, “y-yea, it’s been rough without you unlocking it-” “unlocking What?” James cuts in. “The chastity cage” you respond, feeling the words being pulled from your lips as it was met with a glint from Jame’s eyes. “Yes, your Chastity Cage. Remind me, what does it look like again?” With that your hands, almost on their own, started moving down your sides to pull down your pants and underpants to show him your little prison.

“Oh boy, you’re leaking something fierce. tell me, how much would you want it taken off?” has he took that small silver key out of his pocket and started turning it around within his fingers. See the literal key to your relief so close within your grasp you let out a more than earnest answer, that you weren’t 100% willing to admit, “I would do anything to get this cage off of me” If you weren’t right in he wanted when you barge in, you were now with that answer.

“Well, you know nobody gets anything for nothing, you got to work for your freedom.” as James clasped the key with one of his hands as the other hand went down to unbutton his pants and in on swift motion, his semi-hard cock flopped over the top of his underpants’s waist band.

It might have been your heightened sex drive, your own humiliation or just the way that cock looks in the light but you lick your lips and you helplessly make your way to the sofa. Bending down at the knees, you start move in to kiss the tip of dick before you make your way up and down the sides before you open up and start suckling away with pent up vigor. That desperation must have been obvious to James, after his initial gasp of appreciation he starts to compliment you as he places his hand right on the top of your head for a compassionate tousle of the hair. “Fuck man, you must really want it with mouth actions like that. Don’t fret, you’re going to get what you want by the end of the night, just keep going” With that promise uttered it revs your enthusiasm and your cock begins to start throbbing within it’s confined space. You start pulling out all the fancy mouth tricks to get him to climax as fast as you can. Soon enough, soon after you feel James hand start pushing the back of your head deeper into him, trapping you in place as he empty his load to the back of your mouth, right down your throat.

Keeping you in place for just an extra half moment longer, you feel his hand start to lessen as you are given the permission to remove your head from his groin. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you move your eyes upwards towards James to see James look satisfied, looking down on you. “Fuck, dude. That was the greatest Blowjob you ever gave me, bravo… bravo” That little bit of candid compliment caught you off guard as you blush and let out a small, “no problem..” James then responded with a “no, take that as a pride and true compliment, you knocked the wind right out of my sails. In fact, you knocked me right off my feet so much that I’m going to need a moment to recover. That’s not too much to ask of you is it?” James says with masked sincerity as he flashed your silver key in the light of the living room. “n-no…no, i can wait a bit more” you quietly squeak out before you see the key disappear deep within Jame’s pants pocket. With nothing better to do you hang out at James place, as he feigns exhaustion as he asks you to sit on the coach with him to watch some evening T.V. You dare not make a comment of the situation, least coming across as more pathetic, or worse, having James call off his promise all together.

Show after Show airs and is watched as the evening become night, then late into the night. The clock soon struck 11:30pm when finally, James got up and said, “alright dude, you’ve waited enough. Time to make good on my promise and get you out of that cage.” as he fished in his pocket for that beloved little key as he beckons you to his room. With a wave of relief you bounce up form the sofa and eagerly follow him to the bedroom. James shoves you on the bed and slowly begins to fondle your cage self as toys with you, by pushing the key in and turning it ever so slowly.

Soon enough you hear the *click* of the cage as you feel the weight of the cage fall off of you. Your cock begins to stretch and expand for the first time in over a week. If that wasn’t pleasure enough you felt the hands of Jams begin to run their way up and down your shaft, greeted with an uncontrolled moan from you. It didn’t take long for him to get a nice rhythm going and not that far from that before you let loose everything you’ve been locked up. As loads and loads erupted from you shooting out over your stomach and overflowing from your cock. It was by far one of the best orgasms of your life and at that moment you knew that those porn actors weren’t faking it in the slightest.

With a series of deep deep breaths you take this time to cherish this moment of bliss and to compose yourself with the quickly cooling cum that covered you. As you were able to doze of to sleep right there and then you hear a familiar *click* as the weight of the chastity cage returns to your groin as you see James comes close to delivering a kiss on your forehead and a “good night, sweet dream”.

Five Days Being Impaled By A Sex Machine

Five days… five long, tortuously frustrating days of being held captive and sexually teased… teased to the brink of blowing his churning load, but then… always denied. Jefferson pleaded for his captors to stop, but his pleadings only made them invent more insidious torments for his aching prick.

During each all-too-brief rest period, they offered him the chance to cum if he would only beg them to penetrate his virgin straight ass… and each time, Jefferson refused. There was no way he’d let the sick bastards put anything in his butt. It was a small victory, but they actually respected that… however, the cock torment and diabolical edging tortures soon began in earnest with even greater intensity.

By the fifth day, Jefferson was beyond insane with lustful cravings… he could barely focus, let alone think clearly. He was sobbing and pleading for mercy… begging for them to let him cum… and before he even realized it, the words just slipped out… ‘OK… j-just do it… j-just f-fuck me!! FUCK ME and let me cum!!’

They barely even had to make physical contact with his throbbing cock as Jefferson almost immediately began to hump his ass on the fuck stick drilling into his chute. As humiliated as he was by the violating pole, Jefferson felt the overwhelming sensations of the cum damn about to burst… Instead of begging them to stop, all he could do was scream like a bitch in heat… ‘HARDER! PLEASE FUCK ME DEEPER… HARDER!!’